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What Happens in London (Bevelstoke #2) Page 37
Author: Julia Quinn

“Interesting.” Her brow wrinkled. “Does that mean it must be either red or green?”

“Or any one of a thousand shades thereof.”

Her posture changed completely. “That’s really fascinating, did you know?”

“Actually, I’ve always found it more of a nuisance.”

“I suppose you would,” she acknowledged. Then she asked, “The woman he’s talking to-”

“Oh, he’s not talking to her,” Harry said, with a bit more feeling than he’d intended.

She stood on her tiptoes again, not that that would improve her view. “What do you mean?”

“He doesn’t talk to anyone. Hardly anyone, at least. Mostly he does a lot of looking down his nose.”

“That’s very strange. He talked a great deal to me.”

Harry shrugged. He didn’t know what to say to that, other than the obvious, which was that the prince wanted to get her into his bed. Which didn’t seem appropriate for the moment.

Although he had to give the prince credit for good taste.

“Very well,” Olivia said. “The woman he’s not talking to. Is she wearing a rather vulgar diamond?”

“On her neck?”

“No, through her nose. Of course on her neck.”

He gave her a rather assessing stare. “You are not the person I thought you were.”

“Considering your initial impression of me, that’s probably a good thing. Is she wearing a diamond?”

“Yes.”

“Then it’s Lady Mottram,” she said firmly. “Our hostess. Which means he’ll be busy for several minutes. It would be impolite to ignore her.”

“I would not count on his going out of his way to be polite.”

“Don’t worry. He won’t get away. Lady M has tentacles. And two unmarried daughters.”

“Shall we head in the opposite direction?”

Her brows rose impishly. “Let’s.”

She took off, wending her way expertly through the crowd. He followed the sound of her laughter, and, every few seconds when she turned back to make sure he was there, the dazzling flash of her smile.

Eventually they reached an alcove, and she flopped into a seat, breathless and giddy. He stood beside her, his mien considerably more sedate. He didn’t want to sit. Not yet. He needed to keep an eye out for the prince.

“He won’t find us here!” she said gaily.

Nor would anyone else, Harry could not help but notice. There was nothing risqué about the alcove; it was quite properly open to the ballroom. But the way it was angled-off the corner, with its walls curling round like a womb-one had to be at just the right angle to see in.

It could never be a scene of seduction, or any kind of mischief for that matter, but it was remarkably private. Well buffered, too, from the noise of the party.

“That was fun,” Olivia announced.

He was surprised to find himself agreeing with her. “It was, wasn’t it?”

She let out a deflating little sigh. “I suppose I won’t be able to avoid him all night.”

“You can try.”

She shook her head. “My mother will find me out.”

“Is she trying to marry you off to him?” he asked, coming to sit beside her on the curved wooden bench.

“No, she’d not want me to move so far away. But he’s a prince.” She looked up at him with a fatalistic sort of expression. “It’s an honor. His attentions, I mean.”

Harry nodded. Not in agreement, just in sympathy.

“And what’s more-” She broke off, then opened her lips as if to begin again. But she didn’t.

“What’s more?” he gently prodded.

“Can I trust you?”

“You can,” he told her, “but I’m sure you’re already aware that you should never trust a gentleman who says you can trust him.”

That brought out a tiny smile. “Truer words, and all that. Still…”

“Go ahead,” he said gently.

“Well…” Her eyes had a faraway look to them, as if she were searching for words, or maybe she’d found them, but the sentences sounded wrong. And when she finally spoke, she wasn’t looking at him.

But she wasn’t quite avoiding him either.

“I have…rejected the advances of a number of gentlemen.”

He wondered at her careful use of the word “rejected,” but did not interrupt.

“It’s not that I considered myself above them. Well, some of them, I suppose.” She turned and gave him a direct look. “Some of them were just awful.”

“Understood.”

“But most of them…There was nothing wrong. They just weren’t right.” She let out a sigh, and it sounded a little sad.

He hated that.

“No one will say it to my face, of course,” she went on.

“But you have gained a reputation as being overly particular?”

She gave him a rueful glance. “‘Picky’ was the word I heard. Well, one of them.” Her eyes grew clouded. “The only one I care to repeat.”

Harry looked down at his left hand. It had flexed out, hard, and was now balled into a fist. Olivia was doing her best to minimize, but she had been hurt by the gossip.

She leaned back against the wall behind her, her wistful breath wafting through the air. “And this…oh, this really takes the prize, because-” She shook her head, and her eyes looked heavenward, as if seeking guidance, or forgiveness. Or maybe just understanding.

She looked out over the crowd, and she was smiling, but it was a sad, bewildered sort of smile. And she said, “Some of them even said, ‘Who does she think she’s waiting for? A prince?’”

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